Musing: Three Parts

A Life.

One friend: fear-

Feet taking tentative steps.

Crushed herbs scent wafting upward,

Dawn brings new life.

A Love.

Pleasure: sweet-

Heart dripping honey.

Pine trees pointing heavenward,

Dew covered bodies entangled in love.

A Child.

Gentle ripples beneath crimson sky-

Cold mist entangled branches.

Molten rocks flickering skyward,

Different is every child.

David M. Brotherson 
Oct. 25, 2011